With each step, Alan's resolve hardened. He couldn't change the unfairness of his situation, nor the cruelty of those who had turned against him, but he refused to let their judgment define him. As he walked alongside the Knight, his mind raced with thoughts of survival, of proving his worth, not just to the church or the villagers, but to himself.
The journey to the labyrinth was long and arduous, the landscape shifting from familiar countryside to wild, untamed wilderness. Alan's muscles ached with each mile, but he pushed through the pain, his determination burning brighter with every passing moment.
Finally, they reached the outskirts of the labyrinth, its towering walls casting a foreboding shadow over the landscape. The air hummed with a mysterious energy, sending shivers down Alan's spine.
